Better When He's Brave (Welcome to the Point #3)(42)
“The way you look at the cop.”
I lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “I know how it feels when the person you’re looking at doesn’t look back, so that’s why I’m telling you to be mindful. She’s a sweet kid and we both know life will kick her around enough without you adding to it. Besides, I don’t want to be murdered in my sleep, and she looks like she’s on the verge of taking desperate action.”
He laughed again and polished off his sandwich. It was the sound of his rough chuckle that finally brought the teenager over. Her dark eyes were narrowed as she put herself on the stool next to Booker and shifted her gaze between the two of us. She really was a delicate beauty. She looked like merely stepping foot on the streets of the Point would dirty her all up.
“What’s so funny?”
I pushed the plate in her direction and she reluctantly picked up half of the sandwich. “Booker was making fun of me for having a crush on Titus.”
Karsen blinked in surprise and lifted her pale eyebrows at my confession. “Really. Aren’t you guys a thing? Why wouldn’t you have a crush on him?”
I winced a little. I forgot that not everyone was privy to the real nature of my relationship with the complicated cop. “We’re a thing all right, but that thing is often a lot of work and not always fun, so it’s good to still have a crush on the person you care about.”
I watched her eyes dart to the side and then back to me. “Oh. I see.”
I bet she did. This girl was wise beyond her years and she was going to be a handful when she was legal. I had a feeling the wistful looks and covert watching was going to morph into something Booker was going to have a hell of a time keeping at bay once she was old enough to make her own choices.
“Titus isn’t as nice as you would think he would be. I mean he’s a cop, one of the good guys and stuff, but he’s always so harsh and kind of mean. He scares me a little bit.”
From the mouths of babes. I shared a look with Booker and had to bite back a grin. Here this little girl was infatuated with a man that had done hard time, that got paid to break necks and smash faces in for her sister’s boyfriend, and she thought Titus was mean and scary.
“It’s challenging to be a good man in a bad place. He’s the odd man out and it makes him hard.”
She grinned a little. “Plus having Bax for a brother would make anyone cranky.”
It was a somber reminder why the rest of this little group wasn’t around on this Friday night. Booker pushed his plate away and leaned over to nudge Karsen with his shoulder. She immediately turned a neon pink, and it was so cute I just wanted to hug her. A pang hit me low in the gut when I thought about how innocent and sweet Rissa had been before the city had gotten to her. The unfairness of it scalded.
“Bax is a fighter. He won’t leave Dovie on her own, no way in hell. He’ll pull through because there is no way he’s going to let a piece of crap trash truck be the reason he goes out. And when Bax wakes up, this Roark * is going to be in for a hurting. He just got the ’Cuda running the way he wanted. Now that he has to start all over he’s going to be furious.” Booker sounded certain and it was oddly comforting.
The mood was somber among the three of us, so I set about cleaning up the kitchen and Booker told Karsen he would walk her back downstairs to her own place. While she was gathering up her stuff and over the noise of the dishwasher, those swirly blue-and-gray eyes of his settled on me and he told me under his breath, “I’ll find you a gun, but if the cop finds out about it you’re on your own.”
He held up his hands and backed away toward the door, where the blond teenager was waiting. The way she was watching him . . . I wondered if he had ever been anyone’s hero before.
I waited until they were out the front door before whispering into the empty apartment, “I’m always on my own.”
Feeling melancholy and useless, I curled up on the massive sofa and flipped through channels. I wanted to be at the hospital. I wanted to be there for Titus and I wanted to be a good friend to Dovie. She deserved that. And now that I could so easily see what doing the right thing was, I felt like I deserved a shot to be that for her and to be whatever it was that Titus needed. The cop might only need me as bait, but the man . . . the man and the things he kept so tightly controlled inside of him needed so much more. I could take care of all of him if he would just let me.
I feel asleep watching some movie about a bunch of kids thrown into a futuristic battle for survival. I enjoyed it and really loved the girl that was the main character, but something about doing anything to survive, being forced to eat or be eaten, hit too close to home and eventually my attention wandered and I crashed out before I saw how it all ended.
I woke up to the sound of the door clicking closed and the thumping of boots against the wooden floors. At first I was a little bit disoriented because the early-dawn rays of sunlight were drifting though the untinted windows I hadn’t powered down when I fell asleep last night. I had no clue what time it was or how long I had slept. There was an aura of unrest circling Titus that had me snapping wide-awake. Everything inside of me went on high alert as he tossed his keys on the counter and then more carefully unclipped his gun and his shield.
He looked jagged and mean. He had passed scruffy and was well on his way to having a full beard covering the lower part of his face. His eyes were too bright and so blistering hot that they gleamed like blue lasers. His mouth was twisted in a harsh frown and the furrow between his eyebrows was so deep it looked like it was going to be a permanent part of his face from here on out. His hair was standing up straight and that white spot that decorated his temple looked like it had doubled in size. He had an Ace bandage wrapped around one hand and some white gauze taped on the other. He looked like a heavyweight fighter that had just gone nine rounds and no winner had been declared.